Karen Perez In late March of '74, we had a late spring triple whammy blizzard. The blizzard came on suddenly. A few friends were over for a visit. It was late evening and we were lounging around feeling cozy, very glad to be close to the woodstove. Suddenly it was as bright, inside and out, as a sunny day and the house shook, hard. Simultaneously we whispered, "Oh, No they've nuked Klamath Falls", which had an air base at the time. We sat, hearts pounding, waiting for the end. Well of course nothing happened. We finally calmed down and went to sleep, dreaming of nuclear disaster. Turns out that heavy wet snow had broken the 60kv powerlines two miles away. Never had trusted those durn things. Besides they messed up the view of Mt. Shasta and produced no electricity we could use. The next morning the blizzard had calmed down, leaving two feet of new wet snow. Being young and foolish we decided to walk out the four miles to the gravel road with our neighbors. Actually, Richard walked and I rode my horse, Bluster Belly. Our neighbors were on their way to town and Richard decided to go along. I headed for another friends house for more visiting. That's when the second whammy hit. The town crew made it almost to the paved highway (still 23 miles to town) when the front wheel of their car fell off. They all trudged the seven miles back to our neighbor's house. Digusted, Richard continued on the four more miles to home. Meanwhile, I was having such a good ol' time visiting that I decided to spend the night at my friend's house. The next morning the blizzard was raging again. I figured it was time to go, no way could I get lost, I knew that road like the back of my hand. WRONG! The first two miles weren't bad, I could just make out the outline of the road. Then the wind started to blow, it was snowing so hard I couldn't see anything. I was lost in my own back yard. Thank goodness horses are sometimes smarter than people because by this time I was very cold and being real stupid. My friend Bluster Belly knew the way home and was finally able to relay the message to my half frozen brain. When Bluster Belly got us home, I was a popsicle. We both had a two inch snow buildup on the windward side. Richard pried me off of Bluster Belly and plopped me in front of the woodstove (fussing the whole time). Richard took care of my saviour while I started to defrost. That was our first triple whammy blizzard here in the mountains, but it certainly wasn't our last.